Third Eye
• Written by Teequal
I feel like I can't write music
I'm left with all my right's useless
I fight through it but I'm tied to it
I can't count to 10, 9's blew it
Brains lucid, clear as the day's blueish
Word's stay elusive, dipped to it
Try and refute that I am the truest
I've got the third eye of a Buddhist
Hired to do it, hit boy
Child's hired, tryin' to do it, miss boy
Triptoid with the electricity flipped on ya
Call trinity, deities get called up
Major league flow out of the ball park
I see the tall grass, hop the fence to see more but
All of the world is more lush
It's just your luck, always on a fall off
Some downfall won't stop me if It's called off
We are all just living corpses of old us
Mumma's told us to be hopeful
But we never guessed this word was hopeless
Words righteous, I'm spitting Christ Conscious
Live life less, blind to the nonsense
Rhyme with the monsters! Lied to be honest
Died for the honor, opposite of modest
I'm the youngest and the oldest in mind
But these others never notice when I rhyme
Fuck another dime, just to make change
The whole word wanna to break chains
Why the take mace to the faces of children
Why I can't face all the hate for my realness
Somebody can feel these shots, hit boy
Triptoid with electricity, flipped choice
Call trinity, deities get called up
I'm cutting bars with the pigs to get caught up
Kinda hard to get big pushin' thought drugs
Never did, never tried, always saw drugs
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Teequal
Member since March 31 2014